The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 167: Fionna’s POV

Chapter 167: Fionna’s POV

The heart beats on its own, for its own, and even against its own.

FIONNA

The carriage jerked as they made their journey to the gods’ knows where. And while Fionna seethed from an anger so profound it could topple their carriage, Zina WolfKnight looked to be completely at ease.

The woman looked nothing like the girl Fionna liked to pick on when they were little. Back then, she was like a submissive puppy that was two kinds of blind; both blind to the world they were in and to the so-called affection she received from their Pack.

Now, she looked like a... powerful woman. In all the times that she had picked on her, Fionna never thought she would associate the scrawny Zina with the word ’power’. And yet, that was her current predicament.

Without thinking, her hands darted up to touch her neck to finger her pendant, but it wasn’t there to be found.

It was gone, harshly taken away from her. The thought of it made her seethe with anger, and the thought of the man behind her loss only made her want to stab something.

But more than that, Fionna was in shock as to how Marcus had known about it. She had never openly fingered it, nor had flaunted the pendant, and yet, the man knew just how much it meant to her.

Perhaps it was not him, it could have been the handiwork of Daemon NorthSteed, not like the technicalities ever mattered.

Staring at Zina looking out the window with an impassive expression as if the world was at ease, Fionna felt a foreign anger course through her. It was unlike her for she was ever the coolheaded one courtesy of her training by the Red Sisters, but the missing pendant was messing with her more than usual.

"It must be fun to be so protected and highly revered as you’re now." She said bitterly, her voice jolting Zina from her staring reverie.

The other woman shut the window of the carriage, cool light blue eyes sweeping over her casually.

Fionna’s palm was clammy with sweat as she was brought under the scrutiny of those eyes that were the colour of the ocean. Ever since there were little, something about Zina’s white eyes had always unnerved her even though she was just a blind girl. The same rang true even then that she could see and the colour of her eyes had slightly changed.

"What will you have me say, Fionna?" Was the other woman’s levelled response, "I thought that the Red Sisters wiped all emotion from their trainees? Seeing how much you’re fuming over some pendant, that doesn’t seem to be true anymore."

Fionna did not when it happened, but before she knew it, she was on Zina, her fingers wounding around the other woman’s slender neck as if to strangle her... but she could not.

She was reckless, unhinged and insane most of the time but killing Zina would have the world at her tail and would inadvertently streak her chance at the ku free that she had slaves for years to fight for.

The things she had done to come so far, all of them stared at her in that moment. And the little part of her that she had preserved in all the trials that she’s been through glared back at her.

Zina was hardly scared. The other woman was instead smirking even though the hands of a Red Hand were wound against her neck. There was no fear in those blue eyes, just amusement.

"What? Are you angry that Daemon NorthSteed can so easily discard you when it’s in his favour?" Zina taunted her as if trying to push her to the very precipice of anger itself.

Fionna’s fingers loosened while she laughed maniacally. "No." She responded coldly because that was the truth.

From the very day she decided to ally herself with the banished prince, all she had sought out for was to escape the claws of the Red Sisters. She never thought herself indispensable to the man, if anything, she knew he would easily kick her to the curb if it so suits him and his agenda.

So whether it be murdering Madlea Sofyr or submitting herself to become a part of the new Alpha King’s circle, all she had ever wanted was to escape the hell that was the Red Sister’s... for once, she wanted to prove to the man that was the origin of her pendant that she had the ability to live for herself. And yet, she was failing at that very task... grossly so.

Schooling her expression, she sat back on her side of the carriage while Zina arranged her clothes. The woman was so fuzzy about her appearance as she should be, whereas Fionna’s appearance resembled that of a once dry land experiencing a fierce volcanic explosion.

Strands of her hair had escaped from her ponytail and even without a mirror, she knew well what she looked like... like a heartless, mindless, cold blooded assassin and seductress.

"Who would have thought that I would have almost died from trying to rescue you." Zina said casually, levelling her with a frown.

Fionna narrowed her eyes. "You asked for me?"

Zina didn’t confirm, instead she said through gritted teeth. "Are you more interested in Marcus’ newly acquired possession that was once yours than revenge on Igar?"

The words had Fionna cracking her knuckles. She would have loved to say she had almost forgotten about the man but that would have been a lie since throughout her stay in confinement, all that kept her busy were dreams of the thousand ways she would maim the Beta of the WolfKnight Pack.

"It’s been three weeks, I truly thought you’ve forgotten about me." Fionna sneered while Zina rolled her eyes at the woman as if annoyed.

"In case you can’t see it, something came up and I’ve been terribly busy."

Fionna could see it alright. It was in the hurried steps and hushed whispers of the guards of her cell...something generally just felt off for a long time, like a big change was about to happen.

She had genuinely thought it might have had something to do with the Restorer’s coronation, but from Zina’s tone, that didn’t seem to be the case.

"What is going on?" Fionna inquired because for the life of her, being barricaded from the rest of the world and locked up wasn’t the best avenue to gather information which was normally an art she excelled at.

Instead of answering the question, Zina threw one of hers, her blue eyes swimming with conspiracy. "How much do you want to escape the Red Sisters?"

Fiona narrowed her eyes on her. "What do you mean by that?"

"I’ve heard that the Red Hand Fionna is incredibly skilled in combat. Pray tell, do you think you’re skilled enough to become the Alpha King’s enforcer at the very least?"

Before Fionna could follow her line of thoughts, Zina tossed a balled, crumpled paper to her. She quickly unfurled it, taking in the words hurriedly.

To all the Five Regions of Vraga. On the full moon of the sixth month, my coronation will happen as the Great Seer of the North has ordained. Thereafter, every man and woman shall have the opportunity to contest for the ultimate chance to become my Beta, Delta, Gamma, and Enforcer.

I shall now unofficially welcome you to the Arctic North while you make this turbulent journey at a chance to become one of my own.

May the best man win.

Restorer Daemon NorthSteed of the NorthSteed Pack and the Great Arctic North.

Fiona felt breathless as her mind churned from a hundred thoughts at the same time. If it were just a fighting tournament, she stood a chance. It was an unpopular opinion, but she was the damn second best in hand-to-hand combat back at the Red Sisters convent.

Doubt settled within her. "But the Red Sisters demand for me...."

"True." Zina answered without missing a beat, her eyes shining with unusual intelligence, "but it so happens we are on our way to the BloodMoon Pack and an allegation enough to break whatever deal the Red Sisters intend to have with Daemon has been made."

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